The Prophetess of Waffle House

Happy weekend friends and family. This post is just a small story. Some may recall a post that I wrote back in January of last year called Mustard (Mustard Post). In it I tell the story of a waitress, Ms V, at our local Waffle House on 441 in Watkinsville, when she gave me an…

Encouraging news

Hey folks It was a long day, but it wound up very encouraging.

Dust and Gold

Hey folks, Kim and I are headed to Nashville today. The folks at Sarah Cannon will  be running tests (MRI, CT, bloodwork, eye exam, etc) to see if I’m a solid candidate for the trial.

Sheepish Update

Sheep. That’s what we are and that’s how I feel right now, kinda. 10 minutes after I posted the “Hyperbolic Understatement” post, I received a call from the research nurse at Sarah Cannon telling me that the IRB had approved the study that my oncologist wants to put me on. Sooo, I don’t know many…

Hyperbolic Understatement

Is the title worthy of copyright? These two words were my response to a statement from one of my 15-year old daughters this morning, Sam, who is home sick. I was plodding around the house this morning getting myself ready for work, trying to break out of a mental and physical funk. From the couch,…

Still Waiting.

Hello family and friends. It’s early Saturday morning, and I’m writing from the car as Kim and I travel to Macon for the final cross-country meet that my daughter, Caroline, will run in this season. It’s a State meet, and she and her team have been peaking. We look forward to hugging her at the…

Waiting.

Well folks, I’m still waiting. My last treatment was around 6 weeks ago. As things stand, I have a large tumor in my pelvis that is growing at an unknown rate, though I can now feel it when I move or sit in certain positions. It is uncomfortable, physically and mentally. I last met with…

Tempi folli

“Good news! We have measurable disease!” That’s what my oncologist said as she poked her head into the patient room, and she actually meant it. In the strange world of persistent, irrepressible cancer, it is possible that confirming you have a large tumor in your pelvis is good news. Good news, to me, would be…

I want a new drug.

Hey folks. First the great news:  Kim and I are going to Italy tomorrow with family. We’ll try not to drink so much wine that we can’t remember any stories to tell you. 🙂 We are on our way home from Nashville after meeting with my oncologist this morning. The good news is that a…

What do we know?

OK, I admit it. My last post was a bit dramatic. This is what happens when I visit a doctor, get some bad news, listen to thought-provoking music on a car ride home, and then instantly start writing a blog post–imagine what it was like for Kim when I spewed those words past her patient,…

Moor Peace

Exit the elevator, sign in. Wait. Young woman in dark blue calls my name and directs me to a dimly lit room with a vinyl, paper-covered bed, an indescribable medical device on wheels by its side. This gel is cold, sorry. Take a deep breath and hold it. There’s my kidney on the screen– large,…

Pilgrim’s Progress

I had a rather rough night sleeping last night. It took a long time and some pharmaceutical help to fall asleep. This hasn’t happened in a long time, but my mind was awash from memories from before I had cancer. They were all good memories with a strong sense of freedom and joy. I thought…